Yuno Gasai loved cooking for Mori Tsukisa—spending the whole afternoon busy herself, then admiring the way the girl would pat her full belly with rice grains stuck to the corner of her mouth.
Others didn't get this treatment.
For instance, Anck-Su-Namun, or Miko and Oishi.
The four of them found a high-end restaurant that didn't look too crowded for dinner. Since Miko's hesitation and reluctance were all too obvious, and Oishi—who seemed reckless but was actually quite calculating—also showed signs of refusal, Yuno Gasai gave the two children a proper education on their big sister's level of 'wealth' at the dining table.
The shocked looks on the two children's faces were just too funny.
"What, are you angry because she didn't tell you?" Yuno Gasai pressed the cold lemonade against one side of her cheek, smiling as she observed the dejected Miko. "Your big sister is a Master of being scatterbrained; isn't this quite normal?"
Oishi's left cheek was bulging with meat; he shook his head while chewing. "It's not that. It's because Miko made a wish online to 'have a lot of money,' and as a result—"
As a result, the wish was wasted.
"That website is so popular that even you kids know about it?" Yuno Gasai was surprised. However, Miko and Oishi didn't like this pink-haired sister calling them kids.
"We are not kids."
"That's right, we've already grown up. In another six or seven years, we can work and earn money to support Aria."
Anck-Su-Namun expressionlessly picked up her wine glass, not quite understanding why Yuno Gasai was so keen on teasing these two little brats—the girl's smug 'adult' look had already provoked Miko.
The young girl brushed back her hair and pointed to her ear. "A Boy said he liked my ears! Sister Yuno, is anyone pursuing you?"
Yuno Gasai froze.
"Even Oishi has been confessed to by a girl."
The Boy grinned while biting into a steak, his greasy mouth curling up high. "Mhm... it was two!"
Miko nodded solemnly and looked again at Yuno Gasai, who was looking down and cutting her meat. "Sister, as an 'adult,' haven't you even been confessed to?"
"No way... is your first kiss still there?"
"Eh... that's so lame."
The little girl made a face, but all that could be heard was the 'clatter-clatter' of the blade scraping against the porcelain plate. Yuno Gasai gently sliced through the meat, pressed it down firmly with her fork, and put the piece—still tinged with blood—into her mouth.
She smiled while chewing.
"Tch. Just as I thought, you haven't." Miko wasn't afraid of Yuno; she leaned back triumphantly in the chair that was quite large for her and held up an index finger. "Sister Yuno is very pretty. If no one is pursuing you, there are only two possibilities."
The certain girl widened her eyes, her straight bangs swaying slightly with her head. "First: Sister already has someone she likes."
Anck-Su-Namun cast a subtle glance at Yuno Gasai, who was eating continuously.
"Second..." Miko pressed her index finger to her lips and lowered her voice. "Sister doesn't like Boys."
Oishi looked up blankly, looking at Yuno and then at the certain Miko, not understanding what they were talking about at all... "Sister... which one are you?"
Which one... Yuno Gasai unhurriedly held her lemonade and took small sips. "Sister... is an adult, you know."
The girl, who didn't understand, wanted to ask further, but a conversation at a nearby table caught the group's attention.
It was an extremely handsome man.
His long black hair gathered at his back into thin, flowing strands, with the ends curling in a clever arc.
The bridge of his nose was straight and tall, and his high brow bone made his eyes look deep and spirited. With his fingers interlaced and supporting his chin, he gazed affectionately at the young woman sitting at the same table—if not for the terrible conversation that drifted over from time to time, Yuno Gasai might have even thought it was some star filming a movie... Then, he spoke.
The group took a sharp breath.
His clear voice tightened into a single line: "So you don't eat meat? Sorry... I took the liberty of ordering without asking your preference. However, you... do you need to lose weight? It's just that your waist and thighs are a bit thick; other areas are fine, so don't worry."
The man seemed to have been in a related profession for some time, as he appeared very clear about the distribution and ratio of muscle to fat. He pointed at the girl, whose face was already turning dark. "One look at your upper limbs and I can tell you have no strength, while your lower limbs are overly obese—you need targeted diet and training."
The exquisitely featured man was very serious; he seemed to truly want to help the girl opposite him.
Miko sighed and flicked the small ponytail behind her head like a little adult. "He's so pretty, but what a pity he's a fool."
Anck-Su-Namun recognized this person.
Noguchi... Kaze?
Lady Witch said it should be Noguchi Tadashi.
An Awakened from this world?
The handsome man didn't notice the girls watching the joke nearby, nor did he notice his date's black face; he continued to ramble incessantly: "My superior even asked me to help her design a course. Your figure is far worse than hers, but that's fine too; the weight loss results will be much more obvious..."
Even Yuno Gasai, who usually maintained an elegant and nonchalant posture in public, could hardly restrain herself.
She rested her chin on her hand, her fingers blocking one eye, as Noguchi Tadashi's 'dating' skills—which he had seemingly learned from who-knows-where—continuously reached her ears.
Demonstrating your own Ability.
Doesn't mean you should belittle others... Anck-Su-Namun was very curious about this man who Mori Tsukisa had mentioned was an associate of Aoi.
According to her observation, this male, whose looks could definitely be called beautiful, radiated a dangerous aura from head to toe—except for that non-stop mouth. He was just like the one-in-a-million guards she had seen many times in Ancient Egypt, those who closely protected Imhotep.
Powerful, sharp, and battle-hardened; not only were they skilled with various weapons, but they could also use their own bodies to block swords and spears at critical moments.
I really... want to fight him.
Anck-Su-Namun licked her lips, swirling the remaining wine stains into her mouth. Her curled fingers extended, habitually tapping on the tabletop—speaking of combat, she loved fighting this kind of technical warrior most. Whether it was bare-handed brawling or using weapons, she could always become stronger through repeated battles... Of course, excluding the likes of Lady Witch.
Mori Tsukisa's body clearly bore the marks of a certain style of combat, with distinct traces in every movement. Combined with the girl's natural sharp intuition and physical fitness that far exceeded a Mortal's, it made this combat style—which Anck-Su-Namun had never seen before—even more dangerous and direct.
Its lethality was extraordinary.
One couldn't learn anything from fighting someone like Mori Tsukisa. After a battle, the only thing to be grateful for would probably be that one had survived.
Who... in this era, could provide a hearty fight? Anck-Su-Namun was lost in thought when the date at the next table came to an abrupt end. The young girl stood up angrily, threw out the words "Don't contact me again," and ran out of the restaurant in a fluster.
Only then did Noguchi Tadashi notice the several people at the adjacent table who had been watching the show for a long time.
He waved his hand, putting on an act toward Anck-Su-Namun. "Hi! Little singer's Mama?"
The man pointed at Yuno Gasai. "Is this your daughter too?"
Anck-Su-Namun guessed he probably wanted to say some blessing like 'many children, much fortune,' as she smoothed the loose black hair by her cheek.
Sure enough, the man spoke in a congratulatory tone.
"You sure are fertile."
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